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Sebastian Duke · **02-03-2015, 09:29 PM**

Wednesday, January 28, 2015 | 5:04 PM Local Time | Illuminatus World Headquarters | Death Valley

”Your Holiness,” Matthew begins. ”I have the King of the Illuminatus wishing to have some words for you.”

”I see,” replies the shaky elderly voice of the former Pope of the Catholic Church. ”Mr. Duke, I've not heard from you in quite some time. I expected a call quite awhile ago after your antics in Saint Peters Square,” the Pope continues, referencing the fact that Sebastian Duke and his men hanged a prominent Catholic Cardinal and a spy, which also happened to be the wife of the King, and Thaddeus' mother from the obelisk in the Holy City. ”Have you told your son yet that the spy you hanged was his mother?” asks the Pope with a twinge of contempt.

Sebastian Duke silently curses himself and the Pope as Thaddeus snaps his head toward his father at the Pope's revelation. Thaddeus stands up. ”Thaddeus, wait,” Sebastian says. Thaddeus does not reply, instead deciding to storm out of the war room.

”I guess that's my answer,” the Pope says coldly with a hint of satisfaction.

Putting Thaddeus on the back burner for the time being, the King returns his attention to the conversation at hand, which has so far been one sided. ”Benedict, I'm giving you an ultimatum,” Sebastian says.

”Oh? And what would that be? Are you going to kill another lowly priest? Or maybe an innocent choir boy?” asks the Pope with sarcasm in his voice. ”Perhaps that will make you feel more powerful.”

”No, Ratzenberger,” responds the King. ”This is it. After we hang up, go into the Archives. Research this terminology. Malachy.”

”It's a prophecy,” replies the Pope. ”I know of it. Saint Malachy prophesied that there would be one hundred twelve more popes. After that, the Catholic Church would fall.

“Of course, many believe that the supposed prophesy of Saint Malachy to be a forgery written hundreds of years after his death.”

”Be it a forgery or not,” replies the King, ”it is undoubtedly coming true. In case you're not doing the match, we've done it for you. Pope Francis is the one hundred twelfth pope since Saint Malachy's prophecy.”

”Is this where I'm supposed to tremble?” asks the increasingly sarcastic former Pope. ”How many times will one say 'they're coming' before it gets old and boring? I have news for you, Mr. Duke, its already old and boring.”

”Not unlike yourself,” the King responds. ”No, this is different, Joseph. My men are in position where I need them. If your Church surrenders now, we can spare a lot of bloodshed. Give us back what is rightfully ours and a lot of lives will be spared.

“If you choose not to surrender, I will promise you, your Church and its followers will face a nightmare among the most epic of proportions. Persecution will ensue that will make Adolf Hitler seem like Saint Peter himself.”

”Mr. Duke, I'm calling your bluff,” the retired Pope states. ”You've not but once stepped foot inside the Holy City and I don't think you have the guts or even the manpower to accomplish your goals. Need I remind you, we're protected by the Italian government and its military should you actually not be bluffing.

“Which, of course, I highly doubt,”

”Have it your way, Benedict. The world will know that this was all up to you. Good day, dead man,” says the King before nodding to Matthew who promptly ends the call. Sebastian immediately heads for the door.

”We're not done yet!” shouts Asmodeus.

”I am,” replies Sebastian as he reaches the door to the war room.

”Where the hell are you going?”

”I'm going to find my son,” replies the King before disappearing through the door.

Tuesday, February 3, 2015 | 11:06 PM Local Time | Desert Wilderness | Death Valley

A clear dark sky with hundred of thousands, maybe millions of stars as far as the eye can see. Your camera man motions slowly to his left, stopping on the King of Darkness. A burning torch in his hand. At first he says nothing, then reaches to his right with the torch, slowly starting a fire of a lone standing barn.

This is a purely symbolic gesture. See, in the desert you can find all sorts of things left over by their previous owners. Cars. Shacks. Barns, like this one.

It's not the barn that Eli James calls home, but it does symbolize Eli James being engulfed by the King of Darkness. It's finally apparent that Eli James waited so long to address me in the hopes that my boys in the Illuminatus wouldn't see it.

Wouldn't alert me.

I was on to your tactics from the outset, Eli. I know what you're going to do, before you ever do it. It's not easy to do on everyone, but you, Eli, are as predictable as they come. In my head I knew, I knew that even as I was giving that promo, that when Eli James finally found his balls from whatever corner of that old barn he put them in, or retracted them from whatever sheep stuck in a fence, whichever the case is, most likely the latter, and decided to speak, I knew he was going to remind the world of his one single victory over me. In fact, I reminded the world for him.

”...Maybe I should throw some order to the XWF.com personnel and have them divide my wins and losses so that my loss to Eli in a gauntlet when I had already run through a handful of others gets placed in a column for 'other losses'...”

Be proud Eli. Your one victory over me, and the only one you'll ever get is one where I was already exhausted. You won, Eli.

You've never faced me one on one straight up, but now you will. It'll be a fresh Sebastian Duke... The KING of Darkness, which reminds me, I've never called myself the Lord of Darkness, not ever. Being the lord of Darkness no doubt would be a grave undertaking. It'll be a fresh Sebastian Duke and a fresh Eli James and once again, there will be no excuses. One of us is going to win Eli, the other one is you.

I don't know what's going on in your cobweb filled brain, nor do I care to. What surprises me the most out of your very sad promo is the part where you can't remember anything yet you can 'remember' that I was a bag boy for the Black Circle, which anyone that ever watched the XWF knows that's not even close to true. Luca Arzegotti, he was the bag boy. Sebastian Duke entered the Black Circle and gave it legitimate power. Power it lost when I left it, leaving it a shell of its former self. So much a shell, that John Madison made a mockery of it.

More over, you affront my very intelligence by acting as if you have all this memory loss and look at me as if I were less than an ideal opponent, yet out of all of the people in and out of your life, the one man you remember, Eli James.... is me.

Now I don't know whether or not you really do have any kind of memory loss, but if you do, and I'm so damn insignificant to you, how the fuck do you remember the King of Darkness? If I'm one man you remember, I must not be so insignificant.

You claim you don't tout your victories and titles yet you tout that one over me like its the best thing to ever happen to you. Preach on, Eli. Keep preachin' because ain't no one listenin' to your bullshit these days. You're finished. You came to the XWF to cleanse people of their sins.

Cleanse me.

CLEANSE ME, ELI FOR I HAVE SINNED!

Except you can't cleanse what you don't understand.

For my entire career many have come at me with the same things, the same lines about how the flick of the switch, or the igniting of a lighter and the Darkness goes away like magic.

It's the God of Light versus the King of Darkness.

Look above your head Eli. Tell me what do you see? Thousands of planets...

Stars...

Galaxies...

A million different points of light. But like everyone else, what you fail to see Eli, is that surrounding all of those points of light, its Darkness still.

You're a mortal man that says the obvious things a mortal man says, you'll hold your breath and pass out. You'll get cut and bleed and scar.

Trust me Eli, I'll be holding your breath for you.

I'll make you bleed and scar.

Just like that barn that collapsed under its own weight and the fires that surround it, Eli James, the fires of the King of Darkness surround you. They're inching ever so close Eli. Can you feel them?

Can you feel the flames?

Can you feel the heat of the flames beginning to give your skin that read hue?

Are you feeling the heat of my wrath coming for you?

Tomorrow night the talk stops!

Duke!

James!

Only one man can win, while Eli James says I quit.

How will you feel? How will you feel Eli, when you wake up Thursday and realize your last two losses came from Duke blood?

I would advise you to say your prayers, Eli.

Nut not even your God can help you.

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